The Sword Collector

Hands to your hilts, there is something amiss here
 I feel the burn of malevolent eyes
 Tang in the air of a blood oiled weapon
 Cold thrill burns through me, get ready to fight!
 My blood runs cold as I peer through the darkness
 Waiting to see who appears in the night
 Stand firm stand tall, we will bolster our courage
 As we make ready to go to the fight
 What arcane masquerade
 Feigns likeness to that holy blade?
 A thousand worlds could reveal not one so bright!
 No man could dull my lust
 Nor years of blood and sweat and dust
 Could ever still my heart whilst The Fourth remains in sight!
 The shadows dance before us
 Blood red, the night
 Whilst he would chose to stand alone
 Together we fight!
 Embrace the fires of battle
 Coursing through your flesh
 We'll stand our ground or die as one tonight!
 Gilgamesh!
 Crouched in the dark we're awaiting our fortune
 What will become of our souls on this night?
 No matter what comes I'll stand by you my brothers
 Shoulder to shoulder we'll enter the fight
 More heroes forced to kneel
 Before my sanguine dance of steel
 Mighty swords 'neath which an army fell!
 To face again my will denied
 Would tear apart the world's divide
 And in failure evermore shall this rift be where I dwell!
 The shadows dance before us
 Blood red, the night
 Whilst he would chose to stand alone
 Together we fight!
 Embrace the fires of battle
 Coursing through your flesh
 We'll stand our ground or die as one tonight!
 Gilgamesh!
 Stand your ground
 May the primals bless these warriors honour bound
 Still your heart
 Until in victory's triumph stand or to the other side depart
 How our swords are ablaze!
 Never wanton or free
 But in battle are we
 Ever longing the day
 When the fire in your heart finds your blade!
 The shadows dance before us
 Blood red, the night
 Whilst he would chose to stand alone
 Together we fight!
 Embrace the fires of battle
 Coursing through your flesh
 We'll stand our ground or die as one tonight!
 Gilgamesh!